The black-robed elder watched the enormous palm descend. He frowned slightly, then snapped his hands into a seal. A massive blade of chaos swept out from his Dao Ring and slashed at the palm.
Boom!
The palm slammed into the blade of chaos. The terrifying impact knocked the black-robed elder several steps back.
At the sight, everyone erupted with joy.
But the next moment, their joy turned to dread.
The figures emerging from the Spatial Rift were not the Supreme Immortal Elders of the Immortal Dao Palace.
There were more than a dozen of them. At their head stood an old man in a red robe. The Dao Ring behind his head was also a foot across, but it glowed crimson like a ring of fire that could burn all things.
More than a dozen figures stood behind him. Three of them radiated powerful Dao Rhyme as well. They were clearly Supreme Realm experts.
With the black-robed elder driven back, the pressure on Lu Ren eased. He stared hard at the newcomers and wondered, Could they be experts from another Small World?
No. That's not it. They're Ghost Path Cultivators!
One look at the outlines of their fates told Lu Ren they were Ghost Path Cultivators.
"What? They're Ghost Path Cultivators?"
"Weren't the Ghost Path Cultivators wiped out? How did they get to the Immortal Path Great World?"
Many of the immortal soldiers were shocked, their faces turning grim.
They had thought Supreme Immortal Elders from the Immortal Dao Palace had come to help. Who could have imagined the newcomers were Ghost Path Cultivators?
Just then, a young man stepped out and moved to the front. With his hands clasped behind his back and a faint smile on his face, he said, "Heh, Lu Ren. I didn't expect you to